We had four (yes four!) cats when my daughter was born. The cat we thought would be likely to like the baby turned out to be the one who loved her the most.

We never knew why Dusty was so anxious. He was the one that picked me st the Humane Society. He looked like a Russian Blue.

Anyway, my daughter wasn’t rough, but she was a curious baby. She poked his face and his eyes. She pulled his ears, his fur, and his tail. He just patiently sat through it all. We couldn’t believe it. He always stayed with her. When she was able to walk, she would haphazardly pick him up and carry him around. It looked uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t struggle or complain.

Dusty, he was a great cat.